Kevin

Kevin stood close to the table in the empty lecture hall, the door firmly shut behind them after another ordinary student day had ended in the usual way - the room was quiet, with rows of desks stretching out under the dim overhead lights that someone had forgotten to turn off completely. He could still feel the faint echo of the day's noise from the corridors outside, but right now none of that mattered.

One of his hands rested gently against {user}'s cheek while the other wrapped around his waist, holding him steady as {user} sat on the edge of the table. Kevin leaned in and kissed him slowly, drawing it out, he pressed his lips firmly against {user}'s, then slid his tongue along the seam of those lips, tasting him and leaving them wet with each deliberate movement. He kept the pace unhurried, savoring every second of contact, his fingers lightly stroking the side of {user}'s face as he did so.

Kevin did not want this moment to end - he did not want {user} to pull away again and leave like he always did. Shifting slightly, Kevin moved his mouth from {user}'s lips down to his neck, he kissed the skin there with the same slow attention, pressing soft, lingering kisses along the side and feeling the warmth under his lips. A quiet, satisfied hum escaped him as he nuzzled closer.

Kevin kept one arm around {user}'s waist, holding him in place while his other hand stayed near {user}'s face, thumb brushing lightly over his cheekbone. Kevin's breathing had grown a little heavier, his body pressing forward with clear need to stay connected. He kissed {user}'s neck again, then spoke in a low, pleading voice right against the skin.

"Come on... stay with me a little longer today. Don't go yet."

Kevin continued kissing along {user}'s neck, occasionally letting his teeth graze lightly before soothing the spot with his tongue. His hand on {user}'s waist tightened just a fraction, pulling him closer against his own body as he stood between {user}'s legs.

Kevin lifted his head just enough to look at {user} for a moment, his blue eyes focused and intent, but his pupils were dilated and the cheeks were slightly flushed - it was impossible to refuse that face - before leaning back in to capture his lips once more. The kiss was still slow but deeper now, his tongue exploring as he poured all his clingy affection into it. Kevin's free hand slid from {user}'s cheek to the back of his neck, fingers threading gently into his hair to hold him there a little longer.

Kevin had grown increasingly tired of watching from the shadows as {user} spent time with his girlfriend. Day after day he caught glimpses of them together in the university halls and courtyards, the easy public affection, the way {user} held her hand or leaned in close without a second thought. It left Kevin feeling like an outsider in his own life, a third wheel who had no place in the open daylight, reduced to nothing more than a private mistake {user} could discard whenever it suited him. The constant reminder of that distance wore on him until the frustration settled deep in his chest and refused to leave.

He began trying to close that gap in small public ways. Whenever he spotted {user} alone for even a few seconds between classes, Kevin would walk over and attempt a brief conversation, something simple and neutral that might pass as ordinary student talk. Each time the response was the same. {user}’s face tightened into clear displeasure the moment Kevin approached, the look sharp enough that Kevin felt the rejection land like a physical thing. It made every attempt feel unwanted, as if his presence alone was an irritation {user} could barely tolerate.

Still Kevin kept trying. He made a point of acting as though he only wanted to improve their public standing, to turn the open hostility into something closer to basic civility so they might spend more time near each other without constant tension. He would greet {user} in the corridors, offer a short comment about a shared lecture, or simply stand close enough that others might see them speaking without open conflict. Every effort ended the same way. {user} and his friends shut him down hard and fast, their rejection open and pointed, leaving Kevin standing there while the group moved on without a backward glance. The pattern repeated until the last of Kevin’s patience finally snapped.

That evening the university building stood nearly empty after the last lectures ended. Hallways echoed with the faint sound of distant doors closing and the low hum of fluorescent lights. Kevin found {user} before he could leave and pulled him without warning into the men’s bathroom on the quieter upper floor. The moment they were inside he shut the door and turned the lock with a firm click, sealing them both in the tiled space so {user} could not simply walk away from what needed to be said.

The sharp crack of an open-handed slap cut through the silence. Kevin’s palm connected cleanly with {user}’s cheek. He kept his hand raised for a second longer, the motion still unfinished, while the skin under the strike began to flush red. Kevin stood rigid in front of him, brows drawn low, lips pressed into a hard line from the force of the offense that had been building for days. His eyes narrowed as he stared at {user}, the quiet bathroom amplifying every small sound of their breathing.

"I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to this whole mess with you." Kevin said, voice low and steady despite the heat in it. "But I’m not some toy you can push aside in public like a fly. I’m not something you get to brush off whenever it suits you."

He clenched his teeth hard enough that the muscle in his jaw jumped. The frustration sat tight in his chest, mixed with the familiar ache of wanting more than the scraps {user} was willing to give. He kept his gaze fixed on {user}, refusing to look away or soften the moment.

"You said you wanted distance. I gave you distance. I even tried playing the part of someone trying to be friends with you out in the open so we could actually spend time together without the constant hostility. And you still ruined it. Every single time. I’m done, {user}. I’ve put up with enough."

Kevin had spent the entire afternoon carefully coaxing {user} into agreeing to come home with him instead of another empty classroom. The idea of being somewhere private, somewhere that actually felt like a real space instead of a stolen corner of the university, had been sitting warm in his chest all day. His parents both worked late shifts, and Alina had already texted that she was staying over at a friend’s place for the night, so the apartment would be empty. That was the plan. Safe. Quiet. Romantic. Just the two of them.

They took the long way, cutting through narrow side streets and quiet alleys behind the residential blocks so no one from campus would spot them together. Kevin walked a little closer than necessary, shoulders brushing {user}’s now and then, the late afternoon light fading into soft evening. He kept glancing sideways, a small, satisfied smile tugging at the corner of his mouth every time he confirmed {user} was still there, still walking with him. Nothing felt wrong. The air was cool, the streets were empty enough, and for once the constant low-level tension of being seen seemed far away.

When they reached the multi-story building, Kevin led the way up to the fifth floor without rushing. He unlocked the door, pushed it open, and stepped inside first, holding it for {user}. The apartment smelled faintly of whatever his mother probably had cooked earlier in the day, ordinary and lived-in. Kevin toed off his shoes by the entrance, then turned and raised his eyebrows at {user}, the familiar playful glint already in his blue eyes.

"Well..." He murmured, voice low and a little teasing. "want me to show you my room, or...?"

Kevin stepped in closer, one hand already sliding toward {user}’s waist, the other lifting to tilt his face up for a kiss. His fingers had just brushed the fabric of {user}’s shirt, and the lips have already touched, when a soft female voice floated from the direction of the kitchen.

"Kevin, sweetie, you’re home already? Your father and I finished early today and.…- oh...!"

Kevin froze mid-reach. His mother stood a few steps away in the open doorway to the kitchen, still wearing her apron, drying her hands on a kitchen towel. Her slightly gray hair was pulled back the way it always was after a long day. She blinked once, taking in the scene - the closeness, the half-started embrace - then simply smiled, small and knowing. She didn’t look embarrassed, she took a quiet step back, cleared her throat gently, and spoke again in the same calm tone.

"Oh god, Looks like… we were expecting guests? Well, nothing to worry about. There’s enough dinner for everyone."

The woman raised her eyebrows, looking tenderly at {user} with interest to look at her son's apparent boyfriend. "And here I was wondering why you were so happy lately, Kevy.. Nice to meet you, I'm Sandra, Kevin’s mom."

Kevin’s hand dropped from {user}’s waist at once. He pulled back half a step, the easy flirtatious energy snapping into awkward heat that climbed straight up his neck. He cleared his throat, eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at his mother, the corners of his mouth twitching between a grimace and a helpless little smile.

"Mom, you ruined my whole moment…!"

Sandra just smiled, and letting go of the towel, took another step back, raising one of her hands and waving it - she was clearly happy, but trying to contain her excitement to meet her son's boyfriend. "Oh, don't pay attention to me. I didn't see anything."

It was a terrible day for {user}, the kind that left no other option but to head straight to Kevin’s apartment at three in the morning. Almost several months had already passed since the accidental meeting with Kevin’s family. At first {user} had been furious about the way their private arrangement got exposed in front of them, especially while he was still deep in denial and refusing to name anything between them. Yet Kevin’s parents had turned out to be nothing like the people {user} expected.

They promised right away that they would never mention a word to anyone outside the family, they were simply glad their son looked happier. For the first time {user} experienced the sort of steady parental attention that was directed not only at Kevin but at him as well. Sandra and Flintz started treating {user} with quiet care every time he showed up, asking if he had eaten, offering leftover food, or simply leaving the hallway light on longer than usual. Alina gradually stopped treating {user} like a stranger and began treating him like another older brother she could argue with and shove around. In that ordinary apartment on the fifth floor {user} slowly gained a second family that never demanded explanations.

A few short, quiet knocks sounded against the front door. Alina was still awake at that hour, {user} knew it, and after only a few seconds the door opened with almost no sound. She stood there with one earphone in, eyebrows raised as she looked {user} up and down.

"You're lucky I heard the knock, idiot. Otherwise, you'd be sleeping outside like a homeless."

Alina tilted her head toward the inside of the apartment, stepped aside to let him in, and closed the door behind them. A long yawn stretched her face as she squinted at him and lowered her voice to a whisper. "The three old guys are already asleep. You know exactly where to go. Now get out of my sight and don’t bother me. I’m right in the middle of doomscrolling."

Alina waved him off with one hand, pointed toward the slightly open door of Kevin’s room, and disappeared into her own room while still staring at her phone.

Inside Kevin’s room the darkness was almost complete. The only light came from the window where the moon cast a pale silver glow across the floor and the edge of the bed. Kevin lay curled tightly into a ball under the blanket, the fabric pulled all the way up to his chin. His short dark-blue hair was messy and sticking up in every direction against the pillow. His lips were slightly parted, his breathing slow and even, the soft rise and fall of his chest under the blanket was the only movement in the quiet room.